TIFU by not closely inspecting the contents of my boyfriend’s trash can.

So my boyfriend (22M) and I (21F) stay at each other’s apartments. On this particular day, BF had to leave before me.

So I’m getting ready, and I notice something in his bathroom trash can.

A pad wrapper. Pink. I already got my period this month, and mine are blue. He doesn’t have any female family/friends in the area that I know of.

So I’m panicking inside. All day. I go to class and then to work and come back to his place. We’re eating the dinner that I cooked for him, and all the while I’ve been thinking about how to confront him.

When we finish eating, I calmly say, “Okay, look, I’m not accusing you of anything. But I saw something and I need an explanation.”

I told him what I found this morning, and the fucker starts laughing.

“Babe, go look at the shelf on top of my computer. No, seriously, go look.”

I go into his room. He points to a canister on the shelf. I open it.

Who the hell owns pink cleaning wipes?

TL;DR thought I saw a pad wrapper in my boyfriend’s trash can but it was a cleaning wipe.

ETA: We’ve had a talk about this obviously, and he says I handled it well and understands me. I know this is Reddit, but I’m in therapy so y’all can stop with the unsolicited advice and takes on our relationship. Thanks!